I’ll write something better after I’ve had a few. Saw Mudhoney in Lancaster, PA last weekend. I wish I would have had a chance to talk with them, because I would have asked, “WHYTHEHELLAREYOUALLTHEHELLTHEWAYOUTHERE?!” I had to make the trek back to Philly [big town in PA, look it up on a map, bigger then Lancaster even] through dark of night and construction lanes that reminded me of a driver’s ed nightmare. But I did it for Mudhoney. They hold the record for band-that-I’ve-seen-in-the-most-number-of-towns, and it is not because they tour too much. Anyway, Steve Turner was my hero during most of my twenties, and the only interaction I remember having with Sub Pop was when I sent a cassette copy of “Bleach” back for replacement around 1992. When I wrote to inquire about my replacement, someone sent a rather sharp note back saying that Sub Pop wasn’t in the habit of replacing cassettes that had been tossed around the floorboard of someone’s car. I don’t know how that person knew, but I didn’t put it there, it was this undesirable female who ripped out the tape and threw it there in an unprovoked rage. In closing I will also mention our dog, named Mudhoney. She is a four-legged dog, but she walks with a gimp. No joke there, just plain fact in mention.